Try as I might, I couldn't stop watching her. I shouldn't have hung round while her band stormed through their set, one punk-infused rock anthem after the next. Shouldn't have stared, gulping, at her gorgeous eyes as they dropped closed, gazing blindly at the ceiling. Shouldn't have let my eyes linger on her curves hugging her bass, her little fingers moving like lightning over the frets. An image appeared in my mind unbidden, one of her fingers elsewhere, working their magic... My phone buzzed. I glanced at the name and swallowed. "Johnny..." Her voice was low and sultry. Hastily I looked up. And there she was, all delicious curves and wide, teasing eyes. I slid my phone back in my pocket and grinned at her.
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